TV Queen - Wild Nothing

TV Queen.

Putting clothes on.

A felt red dress and her stockings.

And when you walk out of that box,

and out of that screen, you’re into me.

No, that’s not right.

I got so lost trying know you.

Trying to touch you.

Trying to.

In a black room.

Is this no face?

Is this nobody that I’m seeing?

Those dead eyes.

The closest I can ever get to you.

The real you.

No, that’s not right.

I got so lost trying to know you.

Trying to touch you.

Trying to.